#tell me how you’ll rearrange my fucking guts and make me drool while my head is empty

[everyones-puppy]

Got my first collar today

Anyone want to tell me how much of a good boy I am? Say how absolutely lovely I look in it? How I am just such a little puppy? Anyone?

[ssplague]

Chapter Two

A rough start we get off too

Series Masterlist

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

⚠️Warnings: SMUT, improper use/depiction of certain kinks, abusive, manipulative, toxic behavior, unreal ideals of sex, use of daddy, ddlg themes, hard Dom, etc.

Let the SMUT commence

The way each pair of lips fit so perfectly together was absolutely enthralling: Passion was raw, ferocity was made so obviously evident from the growl he emitted at each attempt you made at sucking his tounge into your mouth. Only separating to take in a few large gulps of much needed oxygen, before diving back in to repeat the process over again.

“Please….P-Pleaseee…Kat..Suki…I-“ he presses a finger to your lips. That brief period of oxygen deprivation seemed to of induced a delirium of sorts. Assessing your thoughts has become similar to sifting through wet sand; Try as you might, you just can’t seem to comprehend what exactly you’d been attempting to beg him for in the first place. This look of empty headed confusion is also something Bakugou commits to memory, a first glimpse of his dumb little girl. He surveys you with bemused interest, looking as composed as ever.

“Down that bad for me hah? All I did was kiss ya a little and you’re already falling to pieces on me” the finger on your lips slides down to tilt your chin up, while he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. “Cant even imagine what kinda mess you’ll become once I finally split cha open with this big cock, such a stupid little girl”.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath as your legs suddenly give out beneath you, leaving you helplessly sliding down the wall. Bakugou laughs in such a condescending baritone as he effortlessly picks you up and deposits you on his bed. Picking his chair back up, he moves it beside the bed to take a seat in front of you.

“Listen real close to what I’m about to tell ya cause its important, open those fuckin’ ears princess cause if I end up havin’ to constantly keep repeatin’ myself…” he leaves the implicated threat hanging in the air between you two. Swallowing what remains of your now virtually non existent pride: You sit up straight and lean forward slightly, making sure to hold eye contact while he spoke. As the one sided conversation progresses and you inevitably begin to feel the need to either scoff or mouth off, you lightly bite your tounge. When the need to roll your eyes seems irresistible you make sure to blink a few times.

Bakugou and his ego always seem to have a way of destroying any sort of illusion that he is anything other than a self-righteous narcissist. Well, now he’s YOUR self-righteous narcissist…CORRECTION; You cant think like that anymore….from now on he’s….daddy.

The thought accompanies a brief pang in your metaphorical gut, is it regret? Maybe guilt? You aren’t sure.

“-Last ones, your still paying attention right princess?”.

Hearing his question has your eyes immediately snapping back into focus. You take in the handsome (but grumpy) face in front of you, nervously wondering when exactly he’d invaded your personal space.

“Y-Yes daddy, I’m listening to you” you stutter slightly, now noticing he’s actually kneeling on the mattress with you.

“So every day I expect you to do your absolute best” now with each statement he leans further into you, “You’re always going to remember how much daddy cares about you”. He presses a large hand against your chest, forcing your back down against the pillows behind you. “Realize that daddy always knows what’s best for you” both hands now rest on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

“You’ll always know that you can rely on daddy, and will trust him one hundred percent of the time”.

The intensity of his crimson stare has your face burning up, and heart rapidly pounding in your chest. It’s now taking a serious amount of conscious effort to keep your eyes locked with his. “Any questions? Comments?…..concerns?” he puts an emphasis on that last word, wolffish grin firmly in place.

Shaking your head apparently wasn’t a good enough answer because its followed with a stern; “Use your words princess, you either say: Yes daddy or No daddy….understood?”.

“I understand daddy….I’ll follow your rules daddy” you reply, embarrassment evident at having to repeat the unfamiliar word.

“You sure? It’s not like you to have absolutely nothing to say” he’s testing you, you’ll play into it this time.

“Well if you insist…..I do have a question, just one” at this his eyes instantly narrow and you could have sworn you’d seen a few stray sparks emit from his palms.

“Would it be too much to ask daddy if he wouldn’t mind kissing me again?”

🌆

Euphie checks her phone for the eigth time since she’d last texted you over forty-five minutes ago. Why weren’t you responding? Maybe she really had pushed you too far this time….A large hand comes to rest over her much smaller one, at this she finally sets her phone facedown on the table with a sigh.

“She wont stay angry with you forever, her and Bakubro might be having such a good time together that she’s forgotten all about her phone” Kirishima tries his best to reassure with his usual smile. The sudden wide eyed, dead pan stare he gets in return whipes that smile from his now reddening face. He’s realized far too late at what his words seem to of implied.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Really! I promise I didn’t! M’sorry”. Seeing the red head this flustered is so adorable, his companion cant help but giggle.

“I know Eji, dont worry about it”.

Entrusting your care to Bakugou was fine: He cares about you almost as much as she herself does. If she wasn’t certain how genuine the boy’s feelings toward you were, none of this would ever have happened.

Yeah, everything is going to be just fine….You’ll thank her one day.

💥

Bakugou’s crimson gaze is way too intense while roaming over the female laying down on his bed. Having her completely bare, and spread out before him is an accomplishment he shamelessly contragulates himself for. She’s getting self conscious now: Delicate hands come up to cover her chest, and plush thighs press together in an attempt to hide the drooling mess kept between them. It’s all or naught though as her legs are suddenly wrenched apart, and each wrist is now pinned above her head, held in just a single one of his hands.

“Nu-uh princess, no hiding….keep those legs open…wanna see all of you” condescending words only seem to widen his feral grin.

Seeing his cock now freed from its previously strained confinements as its looms above you, standing tall, has your leaky little hole twitching. The smooth inner walls inside repeatedly clenching in anticipation. Bakugou trails a finger from clit to slit as he hums in approval.

“What’s this hah? Such a fuckin’ mess your makin’ down here”

“S-Sorry daddy…I cant help it…Just want you so bad…dont wanna wait any longer…Please dont make me wait more” a soft roll of your hips accompanies your pleading whines. Your continuous begging for his cock has that monster stirring in him again, he has to forcibly push the dark thoughts away before addressing you again.

“If I dont prep you then-“ you interrupt him.

“It’s fine! I can take it, please just take me…” he notices your moment of hesitation before you lock eyes with him while adding “make it hurt”.

You’re just so fucking bold!

Trying to make demands, disguised as requests! Its so cute he cant help but caress your cheek before bestowing upon you the last gentle kiss you’ll get until he’s throughly DESTROYED you for anyone else.

“Dont ever fucking tell me what to do again” he growls before slamming his hips forward.

He’s buried balls deep inside you: Your initial gasp at the sudden intrusion, now morphs into a silent scream that has a you arching up off the mattress.

“Got that you greedy little slut? See what happens?” He taunts through gritted teeth.

Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his cock feels incredible, to the point he has to busy himself with sucking harshly on your neck to keep from releasing desperate whimpers of his own.

“I can take it…please move….m’sorry daddy…please don’ be mad a’me….”

“M’not mad at you baby….s’okay” He manages to reassure you through his clenched jaw. He finally starts to move inside of you, desperately trying so hard to take it easy on you. All precedent falls apart when your legs wrap around his waist, now he’s digging you out.

“Y’okay?” He rasps while continuously ravaging your tight cunt.

“M-mm-more than okay” you stutter.

“Taking my cock so well baby girl….Fucking hell!” His lewd compliment causing your insides to involuntarily clench.

“Deeper! Deeper!” You plead.

Katsuki thought you’d preferred his shallow thrusts, but if you really wanted your guts rearranged he’d be pleased to make it happen. He grabs one of your legs, placing it up on his broad shoulder, while the other remains curled around his hip. Straightening up he smirks down at you, before delivering a harsh slap to your clit. Now beginning to rapidly piston his hips while taunting you: “What did I tell you earlier hah? Answer me dammit!”.

His hot hand comes down on your inner thigh and you cry out: “N-Not supposed t-to tell y-you what to d-do!”. It shouldn’t be possible for you to be squeezing him even tighter, but somehow you do. That can mean only one thing… “Gonna cum aren’t you princess? I can feel ya choking the life outta my cock”.

A pathetic whine accompanies your vigorous head nods and he growls in response: “You.better.fucking.not” a thrust accompanying each word, “Y’dont fuckin’ listen, shouldn’t let ya cum at all with how you keep misbehavin’, better start fuckin’ beggin”.

Horrified at the thought, you fight through the fog permeating your brain and force movement out of your lolling tounge.

“P-please daddy, I’ll b-be good from now on if y-you’ll just let me c-cum! Y-you’re just making me feel so good daddy, no one’s ever made me feel this i-incredible before” your panting breaths making it too difficult to continue speaking. Even if he doesn’t believe it, your words are entirely true, this is the first time you can ever recall feeling like this during sex. A foreign sensation is making its way into your gut, your limbs are moving of their own accord, you cant think straight when you manage to speak next: “Its too much! Too big, Too deep, Too intense! I c-cant take anymore please make it stop!”.

“Stop? Oh fuck no princess, after all this lip you’ve been giving me, you think I’m gonna let you tap out like a little bitch? Think again” his thumb begins to rub harsh circles against your clit. “We’re not stopping until you cream all over my cock like a nasty girl like you is supposed to, then you’re gonna do it again when I blow my load inside this tight fucking cunt and you’ll scream my name while I fucking do it because this pussy is all mine! Got all that you fucking whore?”.

“Yes daddy” you whimper, face screwed up in tight concentration as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your eyes fly open as you blindly search for his hand, gripping it tightly in attempts to anchor yourself in reality as a sudden rush of dopamine floods your brain. White hot pleasure seemingly overwhelming every single nerve in your body, making your legs shiver as you faintly hear yourself calling out his name repeatedly. Katsuki is the only thing you know in this strange foreign place: This comforting warmth suddenly invades your tummy, continuously being pumped inside you while you moan at the newfound sensation.

A pair of strong arms wind themselves around you, pulling you closer, making you feel safe, at ease, loved?

“Come…back…..come back to me” he’s calling for you. Your soul had to of vacated your body; You feel Weightless, you’re floating, “Daddy?”. Suddenly you start sinking, and without warning your body jolts, “Katsuki?!”.

“M’right here princess, daddy’s got you….Disappeared on me for a lil while” his familiar voice is grounding. His fingers card gently through your hair, and for the very first time you’re seeing a “Soft” side to this so easily angered man. Sighing contentedly you snuggle into his chest, letting his caramel scented sweat overwhelm your senses.

“I really like this”

“Hah?! That’s all you have to say?!”

Ah there he goes, moment ruined, illusion shattered.

“I’m sorry. But I’m not entirely coherent just yet…you uh…you kinda did a number on me there” you mutter sheepishly, making an attempt to escape his embrace. Its immediately thwarted, and your pulled right back against his chest. “Ah fuck…knew I shoulda just made you wait and prepped you properly….Sorry about that, guess I just got caught up in everything”. Surely hell has frozen over: Katsuki Bakugou just not only admitted a possible wrong doing, but APOLGIZED for it as well!

“Ive wanted to do this with you for so long: Fuck you, hold you, be with you, and I fucked it up! Just like I always seem to fucking do, I-“

“Daddy” your voice effectively silences his self-depreciating rant. His hand begins to gently run up and down your back as he mumbles a “Yes princess?”.

You lean back slightly, tilting your head up so those cute doe eyes can stare up into his, the smile your wearing makes his chest tighten.

“M’not hurt, sore but not damaged….I wasn’t referring to my body, I meant you did a number on my mind…Besides I asked for it remember? I’ve wanted this for a long time too, so I got impatient…Please dont berate yourself, lets just enjoy this moment as the first of many now…Kay?”.

That’s right, you’re his now; Along with the opportunity to care for and make sure to correct you…he’ll be able to do this with you again. You had given yourself to him after all, so he can have you as many times as he wants, whenever he wants! He’s far too occupied with his lewd thoughts to care about the foreboding darkness thats begun to emerge from its confines within his skull.

You don’t remember falling asleep but Katsuki gently prods you awake: “Baby…wake up, Its dinner time…I made food for us…c’mon princess you need to eat”.

You whine, attempting to burrow further beneath the blankets, “Not hungryyyy...wanna sleep more!”.

“Dont make daddy ask you again, you wont like what happens”.

Not interested in ruining such a wonderful night, you begrudgingly sit up. Noticing he’s seated at his desk, with a large steaming bowl set infront of him. You slide out of bed, standing up and realizing you’re naked, but strangely not embarrassed by it.

“Here” he tosses you a shirt, “Now c’mere, hurry up before it gets cold!”. Pulling his shirt over your head as you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Noticing the single spoon and bowl has you looking at him with genuine curiosity. “Since you like actin like a damn baby so much, figured I’d continue treatin’ you like one” his words make you grin sheepishly again, and you hold out your hand expectantly waiting for him to hand you the spoon….he doesn’t.

Taking an impressive spoonful of the steaming food he then proceeds to blow on it before bringing it up to your lips.

“Say ahh, brat”.

“Wha-?”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shoves the spoon into your open mouth. Of course it tastes amazing, but he doesn’t plan on keeping this up right? WRONG!

Repeating the pattern of giving you a bite and then taking one himself.

“I can feed myself y’know…” you mutter growing increasingly flustered at the insulting action but more so the fact that its making you feel….excited?

“I dont think you can princess….I always hear Euphie bitchin at ya for skipping breakfast or to hurry up and come eat dinner” pausing to feed himself, then repositioning the now loaded spoon back infront of you before continuing.

“That shit ends today, gonna teach ya how important it is to take care of yourself, and if you wont? Then I guess daddy will have to do it for ya”.

You’re squirming in his lap by the time you accept the last bite,swallowing thickly before making an attempt at vaulting off his lap. Large hands immediately snag you around the middle before your feet even touch the ground.

“No, No, thats not how we do things around here, where the fuck are your manners?” he slips a hand between your clenched thighs to move them apart, and then brings a slap down to the inside of each. You dont even know why he’d done that and the shock is evident on your face. “You like when I baby ya, dont lie to me LITTLE girl”.

“No I-“

“What’s this then?” he quickly interupts while holding up the palm he’d previously slapped you with. Glimmering in the low light is your sticky arousal coating his palm.

“Sorry” your voice is barely audible as you hang your head in shame.

“Mhm sure you are…Here I am being a good care taker to you and what did you do? Sat there thinking all kinds of nasty things while I spoon feed you, you really are a fuckin depraved slut aren’t you princess?”

You bite your lip as your eyes start to water,still refusing to look up and far too embarrassed to respond. A finger beneath your chin forces your head up and his breath hitches when he notices tears getting ready to fall. A malicious smile now turns his lips upward as he cups your cheek, “Look at that…shes about to start crying and all because of what? Cuz you just exposed yourself for being the depraved little slut you are?”.

“NO! No im not I-“.

“You are” his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, pulling your face forward so its now just an inch away from his own, “And I fuckin’ love it”. Then he’s surging forward pressing his lips against yours; Forcing his tongue into your mouth, hand coming around to grip the back of your head. Your lungs are on fire while his hand slips under your shirt to harshly grope at your chest. Clawing his forearms is finally enough to get his attention and he reluctantly pulls away. You’ve just barely began catching your breath when he suddenly stands up, keeping a firm grip on your ass to carry you, before dropping you onto the bed.

“Take that off and-“

*knock knock knock*

The sudden knocking followed abruptly by Kirishima’s muffled shouting, startles both you and Katsuki, and the rattling door knob has you immediately springing into action.

“Hey we brought back desert to share with you guys! So just meet us at my room whenever you feel like it, Euphie’s changing her clothes and then she’ll be there too, we’re gonna watch a movie if you two wanna join us!”.

He must have heard Bakugou’s standard non-committal grunt in response, because you hear his retreating footsteps trail off down the hall.

Grabbing your skirt out from underneath the bed, you stand back up.

Just as you’d gotten to your feet your immediately pushed face first onto the mattress. A sweaty hand takes hold of your hip in a bruising grip, while the other delivers a sharp pinch to your ass cheek. Yelping in response to the sudden harsh yank of your hair that proceeds a whisper of:

“You didn’t really think I would let you off that easy did you? Your fuckin’ cake can wait brat, we’re done when I fuckin say we are, got it?”.

✨

A/N: I hope this chapter was to everyone’s liking, I’m actually kind of nervous to post it but 🤷🏼‍♀️ Chapter 3 has a fair amount of smut in it as well so look forward to that. I’m hoping to get another one shot up for “A man of his word” this week, if you like extreme Yandere Bakugou check that out. I have one penned but it needs to be typed up.

[fatui-gf]

*grabby hands* subby kaeya,, (would prefer if it was gender neutral with female anatomy)

sub!Kaeya x dom!gn!Reader (afab anatomy)

word count: 1670

this work includes: fingering (m receiving), oral (m giving), overstimulation, praise and kinda Kaeya confessing his feeling but that doesn't really need a warning, I'm just a sucker for romantic stuff, nsfw is under the cut as usual

Hi, thank you so much for your request! I’ve been wanting to write something for Kaeya because he’s one of my favourite characters and I’ve never even stopped using him. I hope you like this scenario, feel free to share your thoughts with me!! :D

Kaeya held the title of the most romantic and charming person in Mondstadt for quite a while now. His flirtatious nature obviously got a lot of people to dream of him at night, hoping to get him all for themselves.

You could consider yourself lucky as you were the one Kaeya had an eye on ever since you’ve stepped your feet in the city. From this way forward he has made it his goal to steal your heart. You’ve seen so much already, all the way from flirty lines to getting handed red roses.

It was definitely hard not to fall for him, especially when he was doing so much to get your attention, however it often got passed as his usual behaviour. That’s just how he was, right? It’s just in his blood, isn’t it? Who would have predicted that you’d get the cavalry captain all on his knees just for you?

“What?” you blurted out as the tension finally got unbearable.

Kaeya kept staring at you this whole day, his lilac hues following your every move, as if he was analyzing them. It was flattering, sure, but it got a little too flustering after a while.

“Huh? Am I not allowed to admire your beauty? It’s not everyday that I come across someone this cute” he winked at you, giving you his signature smile.

“You’re cheesy” you replied looking back to what you were previously doing, cleaning your weapon after today’s commission work that Kaeya of course helped you with.

The man was very clingy today, almost like he had done something and wanted to sway you so you wouldn’t get mad. He couldn’t help but just chuckle at your comment.

“Hey, I can help you with that-” his words got cut off as you faced him

“What’s with you today? Did something happen? You haven’t left my side since morning, are you that in love with me or what?” you asked with a smirk and was met with a silence

“Um… y/n, what if I told you that I am?” you stopped in your tracks. Was he serious?

“I don’t know, you seem to be flirty with everyone” you shrugged it off, not really hoping for him to reciprocate the feelings.

Then you felt a strong grip on your shoulders, Kaeya’s eyes staring deep inside yours. He was frustrated, he wanted you to believe him but he knew what his reputation was like, he knew everything. He breathed out and let his grip soften, there was no point in getting too much into it. Instead, he just leaned in leaving a small, surprisingly shy peck on lips. The man who never got embarrassed to flirt, so confident was now standing there, playing with his finger to ease his nervousness.

“Well, do you believe me now?” he asked, his cheeks showing a red tint

You felt a little guilty for not believing him right away but at the same time you didn’t mind that he proved his affection for you with a kiss. It was quite cute actually, what was cuter though was his troubled expression.

Face flushed, his lips slightly trembling, awaiting an answer from you. God, was he precious. You leaned in and got him into a deeper kiss, your hands tracing his back, wandering aimlessly caressing his body. It felt good to have something this genuine, this alluring. The captain's eyes gleamed with need as you pulled away, he had longed for this for such a long time, of course you can’t leave him hanging like this, right?

“I will never forget this feeling” Kaeya commented with a smile, he was so happy and it felt so good to know that you were the reason behind his joy.

You took his hand, squeezing it and giving him the little thumb rub that just made his heart go insane. It was beating so loudly, you could clearly hear it. You slowly led him to the bedroom, his nervousness growing more and more. He suddenly didn’t really know what to do, what to say, it overcame him, scared of screwing up, he looked up at you.

You brushed through his long blue hair with your hand and patted him on the head to reassure him that everything was going to be alright.

“I’ll make sure that all of the neighbours know my name” you teased Kaeya, something so rewarding in the way he covered the half of face to hide the blush.

“Hey, am I not allowed to admire your beauty?” you used his own line on him managing to get out a heartwarming chuckle from him.

You moved away his hand from his face, letting yourself see him more fully. Oh how much did you want to see waves of pleasure affect his expression, the thought of it alone was too much to handle. You quickly came to one of the drawers and pulled out a red, silky ribbon. Kaeya could feel his heart in his throat.

“First be a good boy and undress for me,” you said, sitting back to get a good view of your flustered boyfriend as he slowly got up from the bed.

He started to take off his clothes, trying to make himself look as good as possible, sticking out his butt and tracing his bare chest with his fingers.

As he stood there in his underwear, you couldn’t take it anymore and gently pushed him onto the bed, grabbing his wrists and wrapping them with the red ribbon, tying it into a cute bow. You used the other one to cover up his eyes, forcing him for his other senses to strengthen now that he had to let go of his sight.

You sat on top of him, showering his body in kisses and love bites, clearly marking your territory and listening to the little whimpers the captain would let out. His neck was the way to go, not only was it a visible place but it was also very sensitive for him. A mere breath near his neck made him squirm, having your lips all over it just made him produce louder sounds, more erotic sounds.

“I can tell my prince enjoys himself” you said, him blushing harder at the nickname you gave him. He wanted you to say it again and again and again. This man really has a praise kink.

“Y-yes, y/n…” he managed to say between his breaths.

He then inhaled even more sharply as he felt your wet tongue make your way with his nipples. His body started shaking a little, pulling on the ribbon tied to the bed frame, sweat already dripping down his forehead.

“You’re so good for me, I love hearing you squirm all for me”

He kept moaning, his hips rising, trying to rub himself on you, so desperate for your touch, so needy.

“What are you doing? Is my prince that desperate? Use your words, puppy” Kaeya could feel his need growing even more.

“Please fuck me, y/n, p-please, I need your touch…” he mumbled

“What was that? i didn’t hear it”

“I-I said, please fuck me, please, I want to feel you”

His words drove you off the edge, you removed his underwear completely, along with you garments. His dick was throbbing, you could easily tell how needy he was just from that. It rested against his stomach, he looked adorable.

To see the whole picture, you took off his blindfold. The light suddenly hit Kaeya’s eyes as he blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the brighter lighting in the room. You placed a few fingers inside of him, thrusting them, the tips of your fingers hitting his prostate. He wanted to cover his mouth to hide that he was practically drooling all over the place at this point, his eyes barely open, just slightly watching you rearrange his guts with a few fingers. It felt way better than when he would do it alone. You kept thrusting as he got closer and closer.

“Y-y/n, I think I’m going to cum, I-I think I might be close” he breathed heavily with you suddenly pulling out all of the fingers.

“H-hey, you’re cruel” he protested, trying to convince you with his puppy dog eyes.

“You have to earn it, sweetheart”

He knew exactly what to do when you found yourself quite literally above his face, his nose right at your entrance, it was hard to do it without being able to use his hands to hold you in place but he still did his best. It felt so loving and intimate as his tongue explored your insides, causing you to let out sounds of pleasure.

He was a very attentive lover, taking into account every sound you made, this way analyzing where it felt the best and how to do it. He wanted to please you as much as he could, finally driving you to an orgasm. He licked his lips and sent you a gentle wink.

“You’re definitely a really good boy, I’m so glad to have you. You did really well, I think you deserve a reward” Kaeya’s eyes gleamed as he heard the word “reward” just like a dog when you tell it that you’ll go for a walk.

You lifted his ass up a little bit, putting your fingers back inside it and using your other hand to stimulate his penis. He felt so much pleasure at once, he could swear he was going insane. You could hear the loudest moans escape his mouth as he came, his eyes half lidded, tears forming in the corners from the stimulation. You didn’t stop though.

“H-hey, I’m so sensitive righ-... F-fuck” he swore under his breath as you overstimulated him.

He bit his lips with his eyes closing completely, his moans sounded kind of like screams until he came again, breathing even harder. You leaned closer to him, placing a small kiss on his nose.

“You really are my good boy”

[write-like-you-mean-it]

Ex’s and Oh’s (Hisoka x Reader)

Happy (extremely late) Valentine’s Day! Hope you enjoy this Hisoka fic. I’ve been trying more second person. Also this is filthy.  Please like and reblog if you did enjoy it. Submitted by @my-child-gaara​

When you decided to go out with your friends, you weren’t expecting to find your ex sitting at the bar. The crowd did nothing when both of you two laid eyes on each other. Between the bumping bass and obnoxious drunk people, it was obvious that both of you had a distinct hatred for each other. 

“Should we go?” asked one of your friends. She must’ve noticed the flickering in your eyes or the face that his own eyes had yet to leave your frame. 

“No,” you sigh while stirring the liquid courage in your hands. “He’ll leave soon enough.” You tip the drink to your mouth. The burning sensation hit the back of your throat and made you scrunch your face. “He’s only doing this to annoy me.”

Your friend scoffed. “He’s doing a great job.” Your grip released a bit from the glass in your hand. You hadn’t realized the death grip you’d held onto your cup. 

“Darling I’d love if you’d squeeze me the way,” said the sultry voice behind you. Instinctively, you turn to be face-to-face with the man who unintentionally, or intentionally, had ruined your dating relationship for the near future. 

Smells of sweets, strong whiskey, and cheap cologne perforate your senses. “Hisoka.” His name felt like a hangover and candy. “I thought I got a restraining order on you.”

“I’d like someone to try and stop me.” With the flick of his wrists, cards appeared between his two fingers. “Now, how about we go and talk, hm~”

You knew you’d regret following him but it was going to happen whether you enjoyed the ride or not. You handed off your drink to your friend even though she begged for you to stay. “I promise I’ll be safe. I can handle myself.”

Hisoka brought you to a secluded part of the club. He must’ve been serious about talking because normally he loves to show off the fact that he was getting attention by anyone that would watch. Voyeuristic bastard. 

“Hisoka, I told you I was done with you,” you say; however, you’re a little too busy being consumed by his height and distinct lack of being drunk even when he was here a long time before you. 

He hummed while placing a single finger under your chin. “You say that except you told me to come here.”

“When did I tell you that?” you ask. He holds out his phone to see message after message of drunk texts sent two weeks ago. All of them were pleads to cum and the lack of men that could make your toes curl and leave you a whiney mess more than him. You sigh while turning attention to the wall in hopes of your ex not noticing you shift positions. 

He used the finger to turn your head back to look at him. “Do you want to cum, darling? If you wanted to, all you had to do is ask.”

“I can get off without you,” you retort. “I don’t need-” Your voice trails off as you notice Hisoka using his other hand to stroke his cock through the tight pants he always wore. The outline was extremely visible to anyone in close proximity. A single drop of drool escaped the side of your lips. You wiped your hand across your face. “Fine. Just be fast.”

Hisoka leaned in to nibble on your earlobe. “I’ll take as long as I want. You’ll still be begging at the end of the night.” His words sent shivers up your spine. Before you knew it, you were pulled into the bathroom and pushed into the stall. 

Your hands hit the back of the tile wall as your ex reached to rip off the thin fabric of your underwear. Your dress was hiked up around your waist which left you with a cold shiver. Pleasantries were not ones with him. It was straight to the point and full of lusty aggravation. 

A finger dipped in between your folds only to come up wet and aching. “Seems like someone is excited.” His taunting tone made you groan; yet, he stuck the finger in his mouth for taste. “As sweet as always.” 

Before you could respond, Hisoka held your hands up to lock them above your head. You were now at his mercy. You’d become extremely familiar with bungee gum used in the bedroom. You can look but never touch. 

You pulled at your restraints knowing it won’t help. Hisoka runs a few fingers up and down your cunt with little regard for the aching bundle of nerves. His touch left you a mumbling mess in hopes that would appease his ego enough to let him fuck you. 

“Needy little bitch,” he whispers. Hisoka releases his cock from his pants. It was red and aching from the lack of attention. ‘Is this what you want? You want this etched into you. The only cock that can please you.” He strokes his own cock as you do his ego. Each desperate plea for him to rearrange your guts was met with more dirty talk. 

The tip replaced his fingers trail up and down your slit. So close but not enough friction to keep you from clenching around nothing. “P-please,” you pleaded while your head leaned against his broad shoulders. 

Without warning, Hisoka shoved every inch into your aching hole. A mix of your curses and his grunts filled the small bathroom. He filled you to the brim. You both new that no man has filled you as much as your ex. 

“Move,” you grunt through gritted teeth. Hisoka, gladly, accepted orders this time. His hips thrusted quickly while setting a harsh and angry pace. 

“Normally I don’t listen to greedy bitches but you feel too good.” Each thrust left you breathless and aching for more. You desperately tried to release yours as the pace continued. Hisoka finally found your clit as he rubbed small circles. 

He caused drool to escape from your lips once again. The quick pace along with him touching you in the best way possible made the familiar build up happen much faster than your shower head had. You wriggle against his touch before falling over with his name. 

The lewd sounds of slapping skin didn’t disappear though. Hisoka worked you through your orgasm while trying for his own. 

Hisoka grunted once more and spilled deep within you. Coating every inch of your walls with his sticky cum. The action causing you to shiver once again. Finally, his pace started to slow. You both breathe hard against the sweaty clothing. 

“Fuck, Hisoka,” you say. “I was right to text you.”

Your ex smirked while pulling out of you and shoving his dick back in his pants. “You were always a good lay. Make sure to call me anytime you actually want to have a genuine orgasm.” His voice was sultry which left you a breathless mess against the disgusting sweat covered stall. Hisoka didn’t release your arms until he disappeared in the crowd of people. 

Once your wrists were free, you made sure to save his number as a speed dial for a good dick appointment.

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[babbushka]

omg mrs z!! "saddle up, doll" + flip could be life changing :') however, i understand if you don't want to write it bc i know that you're posting some flip oneshots later :') you're too kind to us :') have a good brunch!

Anonymous said:  Howdy! How about Buck with your cowboy, Flip? ;) Thank you for coming up with such fun ideas!!!   &  I sent in the Buck prompt with cowboy Flip lol. I just saw the prompt “Saddle up, Doll.” My mind is really running with this now lol!

(1.7k, semi-public sex, dirty talk/name calling, its seedy lol)

You’re good at it, pool. Real damn good at it, if Flip’s anything of a judge. You call out the pockets and then you hit them, impressing everyone in the smoky bars you like to visit. Flip’s impressed, impressed with the way you chalk up the pool cue, the way you walk around the table, a hand trailing along the velvety surface.

He’s hard in his jeans, watching you. He knows you do this on purpose, the bending over. Low-cut tops that show your pretty tits all pushed up in your bra, practically begging to be kissed, bitten, sucked. Tight fitting pants that hug your ass, or even better – skirts too short that he can see your panties when you bend over just enough.

You’re wearing one of those skirts now.

And you’re bending over more than enough.

He knows you know what you do to him, because you’re always looking over your shoulder at him with a pretty smile, a devious smile, a knowing smile. You know he knows you know.

He blows smoke through his nose and hazes up the bar, and fuck, he’s hard.

“Five in the corner pocket, three in the left side.” You announce, angling up something of an impossible trick.

Crack!

He can feel it in his balls how fucking sexy you are, how suggestive all this is. You make the shot, and look over at him. Not so impossible, you say with your smirk, and Flip just has to fucking have you.

“Eight ball, corner pocket.” Still looking at Flip, you announce to your opponent. They’re nobodies, some guys who had really given you and Flip a run for your money, but in the end – crack! – lost.

“Good game.” Flip shakes hands with the guys, and he prays they can’t feel how clammy he is, how pent up he is for you in that handshake.

They return the sentiment, and the second that you hang up the pool cues, he’s got an arm around you and is walking you back back back into the dark, into the employee only hallway, past some doors and around a corner.

You’re giggling, hands already prying open the fly of his jeans, already tugging out his cock. It’s some kind of office, something left unlocked. You wonder how many other people get fucked back here, but it doesn’t stop you. You’ve been aching to have your pussy filled for hours now, ever since he came in you at the house before leaving to go out for drinks with some friends who wound up bailing anyway.

“How do you want me?” You ask as he quickly works your shirt over your head, nearly tears at the clasps of your bra.

You sigh happily when your breasts can rest naturally, sigh even happier when Flip’s immediately drawn to them, nuzzles his face into your cleavage as you stroke at his cock, hot and heavy and throbbing in your hand.

“Bounce on my dick, I want to see your tits move.” He grumbles before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, hard.

Your free hand flies to his hair, holds him against you as you push him down down down to the floor. It’s seedy here, but that’s okay, you’re seedy sometimes. Loud music spills in from the main bar area, but all you can hear is the thumping base that makes your pussy tingle as you straddle his hips.

“You got it cowboy.” You grin, letting him lay flat back against the floor. He’s fully dressed, right down to those sexy cowboy boots of his he’s always strutting around in. The lights pulse red neon around you in the office, and you grind your hips against his cock, feel it through the cotton of your underwear.  

“Mmm, saddle up ketsl,” Flip tucks his arms behind his head, playfully bucks his hips up against your pussy, “You’re in for a ride.”

You gasp out a laugh from the surprise feeling, and immediately go to unbutton your little denim skirt.

“No, leave it on. And your panties.” He instructs as he licks his lips. “I want them soaked and sticky until we get home.”

You nod, bat your lashes at him as you simply tug your panties to one side and waste no time sinking down onto his dick. You’re wet, so wet and stretched, so it’s easy. You like that, you think to yourself, you like being easy for him.

“Oh fuck, Flip – your cock’s so fuckin’ big honey.” You moan as your pussy grips him, clenches around his length when he bottoms out inside you. You rub a hand over your lower stomach, imagining for a minute that you can feel him in there, pushing your insides around, rearranging your guts to fit.

“Still sore from earlier?” He asks as you begin to move on his cock, undulating your hips to the beat of the music.

“Uh huh.” You moan, head tipping backwards, pushing your tits out. You know he likes them, loves them, wants to come all over them all the time. There’s some dried come on them now, if anyone looked close enough.  

“Good.” He grunts, planting those boots of his onto the floor and bucking up hard with his hips, making you yelp a little, making you gasp, making you moan.

Fuck he loves to listen to you moan.

“You’re mean to me.” You whine, biting at your lips as he meets you thrust for thrust, the head of his cock knocking against your cervix and making your knees turn squeeze his sides.

“Tell me about it ketsl,” He wants to kiss you, so he sits up there on the floor, wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair as you press open mouthed kisses to his jawline, spit-slick and hot. “Let me hear you.”

“Oh! Ah – hh – I -- ” You try, but you can’t, because this angle lets you move faster, and you’re bouncing in earnest, your pussy squelching and throbbing around him, pulsing, blazing on his cock that’s oozing into you.

“Faster honey.” He bites at your cheek, catches your lips with his own and licks into your mouth slowly while your body shakes shakes shakes around him hard, “Moan into my mouth and go faster.”

“Fffffffflip -- yesyesyes.” You pant, gasp, whine into his mouth while you grind and roll and fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you? Bending over for anyone to see, I should have fucked you over the pool table.” He growls, that possessive flare bubbling up inside of him, fueled only by the way he always seems to get drunk off of you, your touch your taste your smell.

“Touch me?” You ask, and how could he deny you when you’re so sweet to him? Even when you’re a fucking brat, you’re so sweet.

“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? Your cunt’s wet about it, slut. Perfect beautiful slut, all mine. I’d’ve made you drool all over the place, fucked you dumb.” He drops a hand to your pretty clit, has a hard time getting a hold of it because your hips move move move, and you’re sweat covered tits are driving him crazy with need, so badly that his hand shakes.

“Do it – do it, fuck me dumb Phil, please!” You’re close, he knows you are.

“When we get home.” He kisses your neck, worries the tendons there between his teeth, makes your back arch against nothing, trying to wind yourself press yourself climb yourself closer to him.

“Ugh,” You groan, and he rolls his eyes, pulls back enough to pinch your nose.

“You get to come on my cock, don’t be so fuckin’ glum ketsl.” He kisses you, breathes into your lungs until you’re dizzy and gasping for fresh air. He lets go of your nose and you grin.

“I just love fucking you honey,” You pant, moving erratically now, right on the edge, “I love when you get riled up for me, so strong and big and protective. You wouldn’t fuck me in front of anyone, you love this pussy too much, it’s all yours, no one else gets to see it.”

He could make you wait, could tell you not to come, but you’re so good to him, and he loves you so fucking much.

“That’s fucking right – say it again.” He makes up his mind, wants you hoarse, wants you wrecked. “Say it until you come.”

“I’m yours, yours honey.” You’re quick to comply, so eager, as your pussy pulls off of him nearly all the way and drops back down, again and again, really feeling the length of him, the girth of him, again and again, whisper-moaning right in his ear, against his mouth, “Yoursyoursyoursyoursyours – fuck!”

Your whole body shudders, toes curling in your fancy platform heels. Flip’s hands rub at your nipples and make you whine as you moan, as you some around his cock, as you gasp gasp gasp on his dick. You weakly keep saying it, over and over, all yours.

He pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is right up against your pussy, and then he comes in your underwear. It’s hot and thick and sticky, and as he comes and empties his load, he pushes the head of his cock back into your cunt and comes some more, smearing it between your folds.

It takes you a minute to stop coming, to stop the shakes. Your body’s like jelly on top of him, but you seem to have enough strength to lick up the long trails of sweat that dripped down Flip’s neck.

“They’re soaked, just like you wanted.” You’re raspy when you whisper, feeling the slippery slope between your thighs as he finally pulls away.

“Good, that means you’ll have to sit on my lap while I finish my beers.” Flip tucks himself back into his own clean underwear, buttons up his jeans. He kisses you hot and heavy, tongue against yours, sweet sounds of making out daring him to get hard again.

“If we wait ten minutes, I’ll sit on your cock.” You dare him too, pull him up off the floor as you stand, “It’s dark, no one will be able to tell.”

“I love the way you think ketsl.” Flip reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, and you take the little book of matches from him, strike one with your fingernail and light up the smoke for him.

And you just grin, because well, you know.

[ask-garnet-n-ruby]

Sneaking into see Weiss in Schnee manor, Garnet is shocked to find that the feminine Whitley has hidden in Weiss' bed, laughing at his shock. Garnet however, simply decided to show the Schnee his place in the grand scheme of things, starting with worshipping his cock, then conforming his ass to the shape of it.

(Okay, I’ll admit, I had WAY too much fun with this one. This is probably the first prompt I put under a “Read More” due to how long it is. Guess I love ruining little Shitley more than I thought. XD)

Garnet couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he climbed through the window of Weiss’ family manor. He had gotten a text from the Heiress telling him to come over for some late night fun. The action surprised and excited him as he never thought he would have his girlfriend would do something so bold like this. It was actually pretty hot. 

Seeing a figure shuffling under Weiss’ bed, a grin nearly split the crimsonette’s face. Taking off his jacket and sneakers and climbed onto the bed. “Hehe~ I spy with my silver eyes, a cutie who’s hiding from their boyfriend under the covers.” 

Hearing a snicker made Garnet laugh a bit himself. “I see someone’s being a little extra playful tonight. Isn’t that right W-WHAT THE-?!”

As Garnet pulled the covers off, hiding underneath the covers was NOT his cute petite girlfriend. But in actuality…

“Whitley?!” He exclaimed in shock. Only to met with mocking laughter from one smug-looking Schnee. 

“That’s right.” Said the Schnee family’s youngest child. “I CAN’T believe you actually fell for this trick.”

“Wait trick?” He muttered before his eyes widened. “Wait, YOU were the one who sent me that text message then?!” 

“You seemed shocked, what? Upset that you that my stupid older sister wasn’t the one you were hoping for underneath these sheets?” He let out a haughty scoff. “Please, like a filthy commoner such as yourself would ever be allowed inside the Schnee Mansion.” 

A vein slowly started forming on Garnet’s forehead the more he heard Whitley speak to him. Many forms of emotions rushing through him at the moment, rage and embarrassment being the two primary ones. But before he could say or do anything, he noticed something; Whitley’s current state of dress. 

Surprisingly, the boy in question was practically naked. Save for a pair of black thong panties, silk black gloves and stocking. Along with a pair of blue earrings that he’d seen Weiss on occasions. Another thing of note was the fact that of Whitley also having a feminine build to him. Complete with wide hips and a nice ass, much to his surprise. Looking at him now, Garnet could only guess the boy dressed up this way to further toy and humiliate him. 

He perked up at the sound of a camera shuttered and saw Whitley taking a pic of him, before speaking up. “There! Now I have proof of breaking and entering. If you don’t want this spread on the internet, scram! Unless you want the guards to throw you out.” 

Garnet growled under his breath… before a grin formed. “No…” He said in a deathly calm voice. “I have a better idea.” 

“Huh?” Whitley raised a brow in confusion, which soon quickly morphed into a look of horror as Garnet unzipped his pants and fished out his hard erection. Shocking the young man with his overwhelming length and girth. That had to have been an easy foot long in terms of size. Maybe more. 

“W-Wh-What in the Gods’ name do you think you’re doing?!” He stuttered, moving away until his back was pressed against the headboard of Wiess’ bed. 

“What I came here for.” Garnet grinned evilly, grabbing Whitley roughly by arm. Yanking him forward. “After all, you went out of your wait to do all of this for me. How can I not have my fun with you? You even dolled yourself up for me?” 

“L-Let go of me!” He thrashed against the stronger boy’s grip. His eyed glued to the throbbing shaft, anxious as his heart started racing from fear. “You keep that filthy thing away from me!” 

“Filthy? But you have the same thing as me.” Garnet laughed as he glanced down at Whitley’s package. “Even if it is… pathetic.” 

The male Schnee didn’t even regard the insult as his desperation grew more and more as he was pulled closer. “Y-You can’t do this! I’M A BOY!” 

“You’re not a boy,” Garnet grabbed Whitley boy his short hair. “You’re a bitch, and it’s high time someone put you in your place.”

Forcing him down between his legs, Garnet forced Whitley to open his mouth, allowing him to shove all 14 inches of his thick fat cock down Whitley’s tight mouth. Pushing past the boy’s gag reflexes as if they weren’t even there. A hiss of pleasure leaving Garnet upon violating Whitley’s mouth. It was certainly different from Weiss’, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. The same, however, couldn’t be said for Whitley; as the boy was shivering in disgust. The taste of this commoner’s… THING in his mouth made him want to vomit. On top of this smell surrounding this member. It was so revolting, that it made his head spin. 

He muffled around the cock as Garnet started moving, thrusting his hips nice and slowly at first. But quickly picking up speed, drilling his cock as deep as his cock would good. Keeping a nice firm hold on Whitley’s head, forcing the boy to bob his help up and down in sync with his movements. Tears started forming in the corners of his eyes as he glared up at his rapist. Garnet noticed the look on his face and laughed. 

“You know, that look brings back memories. That’s the same look Weiss made when she first blew me.” Garnet laughed, pumping his faster. “Let’s see if I can’t fix that attitude by the end of it.” 

Baby blue eyes shrank as Whitley’s unwilling blowjob turned into a violent deep throat session. The boy letting out a muffled scream as he hit Garnet’s legs in an act of desperation trying to get him to stop. His throat was beginning to hurt while his lungs burned for oxygen. His tears running down his red cheeks, as he felt it twitching inside of his mouth. Hearing a loud grunt, Whitley froze when something shot into his mouth. It was hot, it was slimy, and it tasted horrible; his first instinct was to pull his head away. But Garnet’s firm grip on him kept the cross-dressed boy in place. Making him look up fearfully. 

“Well, wait are you waiting for? Swallow it.” Whitley’s eyes nearly popped out of his skulls at that. Making Garnet laugh. “Either swallow it or choke, that’s your two options.” 

Realizing his situation, Whitley gave Garnet the most venomous glare he could muster. He would make him pay, he promised him that; steeling himself, he started to gulp down the cum that was in his mouth. Shuddering as he did so, he did everything to ignore the taste coating his mouth as he drank his sister’s boyfriend’s foul seed. How fitting that Weiss would enjoy swallowing something like this. Eventually, this torture came to an end as Garnet sighed and pulled his dick out of his mouth. Allowing Whitley gasp for air as he coughed. 

“Heh, I gotta admit, it was weird having a guy blow me. But in the end, it felt amazing.” Garnet said, earning another glare from the boi in question. “Well, let’s get on to the main course.” 

Whitley was shocked seeing that the commoner’s member hadn’t gone down at all. “W-Wait, you aren’t finished?!” He stuttered with a hoarse voice. 

“Of course not, it takes a lot more than a simple blowjob to leave me satisfied.” He laughed, spreading Whitley’s legs and lined himself up. Causing Whitley to panic at what would happen next. 

“W-Wait! H-Hold on! I-I’m sorry okay?! I-I’ll delete the picture, I won’t bother you again. I’ll do anything!” He pleaded desperately, feeling the tip started to stab his tight little star, he started shaking. “Stop! I-I’ll scream if you don’t!” 

“Oh believe me,” Garnet smirked. “You’ll be screaming alright.” 

“Please, I’m sure we can talk about this-AAAAAAUUUGGHHH!!!”

A scream tore through Whitley’s sore throat as Garnet drilled into his tight ass. Robbing the boy of his anal virginity; his back arched, drool streaming down his chin as his eyes started rolling into his skull from the intense pain of having his ass violated. Garnet groaned loudly, adjusting to the tightness of Whitley’s ass. The last time he felt this way was when he took Weiss’ anal virginity for the first time. Funny how lightning strikes twice. 

“Damn, you’re extremely tight,” He panted, but still maintained a grin. “But that just means I’m going to enjoy this.” 

He started thrusting, his hands firmly on the boy’s thighs as he rutted him into Weiss’ bed. The mattress creaking loudly from how aggressive Garnet was fucking the boy, who was letting out a series of screams and cries of agony and unwanted pleasure. A hot blush forming on his face from the non-consensual coitus; while his mind was cracking from the shocks and stimulation coursing through his head. But something surprising Garnet as he pounded the youngest Schnee. He noticed the boy’s cock poke out from the panties and become rock hard. No doubt caused by his cock grinding up against his prostate. On top of that, his nipples grew hard as well; despite the crimsonette not doing anything. This time Garnet had a mocking grin on his face. 

“Oh, do my eyes deceive me, are you actually getting turned on from this?” He sneered, laughing at the 4-inch throbbing cock starting to leak out pre. “This is amazing, Weiss always told me you were a little bitch. But I didn’t think she had meant that literally!” 

Whitley couldn’t respond, he couldn’t even speak; too busy focusing his rapidly depleting energy on not having his mind break to this man’s dick. But that was a task, easier said than done. The more Garnet’s cock drilled into the boy’s depths, the more he could feel it reshape and turn his ass into a gaping mess. He could swear it felt like his guts were being pushed and rearranged thanks to this monstrous thing. 

But what truly terrified him, was the fact that a part of him... was actually starting to like this. 

The pain started to die down, slowly being replaced with pleasure. Causing him to let out a moan in the process, while his cock twitched painfully for release. He gasped in horror from what he just did, whereas Garnet smirked. “And there it is... the sound I’ve been waiting for. I knew you’d end up enjoying it.” 

“E-Enjoy what?! I-I’m not enjoying th-this stupid cock!” He denied vehemently. Only to yelp when Garnet yanked on his hair roughly and forced him on his hands and knees. 

“Let’s fix that then shall we?” He said picking up where he left off in fucking the mouthy brat. Whitley’s cock bouncing back and forth, his pre drooling onto the sheets. The new change in position allowed Garnet’s hips to clap loudly against Whitley’s plump cheeks. But also let his dick strike his prostate much more easily now. Bringing Whitley closer and closer to the climax he was desperately trying to fight off. 

‘Fuck, it’s too much, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t-’ One more direct stab did it for the effeminate male. “HRK! NGH-GAAAAAAHHHH!!!” 

Tears poured down Whitley’s face as he cummed his brains out. Toes curling, hands gripping the sheets tightly. The young Schnee boi could only drool unceremoniously he shot his seed all over his older sister’s bed. His mind utterly fried from the orgasm that he was currently riding out. His asshole clenching tightly around Garnet’s cock, making the boy himself groan and buck his hips out of instinct. 

“Fuck!” He cried out, his cock blasting a hot sticky load into Whitley’s bitch hole as well. Having a tight squeeze hold on the boi’s love handle while he let out his discharge. Remaining still for a few long moments until he was finally done. Catching his breath, he straightened himself upright. 

“Whoa, you actually made me cum harder than your sister ever could. Heh, props to you.” He said, only to blink when he didn’t hear a response or even a peep from the boy. “Hm? Whitley?” 

He looked down and saw the male Schnee was completely limp. His eyes blank and distant as his body twitched occasionally. Softly breathing the boy had cum so hard, he had blacked out from the pleasure. This made Garnet chuckle from the sight. 

“Guess you couldn’t handle it.” He muttered amused, before tapping his chin. Getting an idea in his mind.

“I suppose I can have a little more fun with you.” The Team Leader muttered as he started repositioning the unconscious boy once again. 

-MUCH Later-

Weiss folded her arms, a deep frown on her face as she trudged back to her room. “Ugh, seriously, where is my Scroll? I looked everywhere for the damn thing!” She sighed as she placed a hand on the door, and opened it.

“I swear if I had left this thing in my room. I’m gonna- WHAT THE HELL?!” 

Weiss gasped as she looked at the sight before her. There, on her bed, laid her little brother Whitley. Sprawled out on his back, covered head to toe in cum; his stomach slightly boated as a stream of cum oozed out of the boy’s gaping asshole. His baby blue eyes faded and rolled into his skull. And let’s not forget the state of dress the boi was passed out in, what with that thong and those silk black gloves. Weiss walked up slowly, in completely shocked as to what happened with her brother.

“W-What- Who did...” It was then she noticed two things lying next to her. A note and... her Scroll! Picking up the note, she read it and was surprised to see who it was from. 

‘Hey Weiss, Garnet here, sorry you had to walk in and see this. But I got tricked by your brother into sneaking into your home thanks to him. And had to teach him a lesson. Not sure how long he’ll be out of it though. But I’m positive he won’t act up with us anymore.’

P.S.- Check your scroll, I’m sure you’ll love the picture I took with it.

Weiss blinked a couple more times, rereading the letter a few more times. Garnet had been here earlier, and he fucked her brother into a comatose state? Picking up the scroll, she opened up her photo’s album and had a few shots of her brother Whitley being fucked and looking like a whore on her boyfriend’s dick. A few captions going with it:

‘Bitch Boi’

‘Schnee Slut’

‘Cocky little shit loves it in the ass.’ 

Seeing the last pic, Weiss’ astonishment soon morphed into a deep grin as she looked at her still out of it brother. 

“I better make sure to thank Garnet, the next time I see him.” She giggled cutely to quietly, tapping the device against her chin. “He just gave me some high-quality blackmail material.”